The most striking event of the night was me catching some old duffer (who apparently was a brain surgeon) snogging, passionately I might add, a women who later I realised wasn't his wife. Somethings never change on New Years Eve regardless of age and social standing.
You know nothing can wrong when greeted by a potted plant and a warm fire rather than a bouncer or two
At least the men were suitably attired
What I sat down to
It was all very splendid in a very old school charming way
Seeing in the New Year eighteenth century style
I have no idea how to play backgammon but I would have taken it up in advance had I known it was an option!
Instead I choose to make like Betty Draper or Joan and sit at the bar wearing the Calvin Klein dress as Mr MDS broke the zip on my first option a lovely vintage number from Penny Dreadful Vintage (but in fairness I might be a few pounds heavier - opps!)
Mmmm midnight approaches champers or drambuie - oh hell both!
The view from the window and outside of the Clifton Club
More Christmas lights on the streets of Clifton taken prior to some women stumbling out of a wine bar declaring she 'was wankered'
The soon to be launched Cote brasserie in Clifton by the owners of the Ivy - they can smell money and good times. It does look like it will be lovely and it runs downstairs of 3 buildings so will be quite large.